(Fiction, trigger warning rape kink)
“So how long have you been a trucker?” The hot sun beat down on the semi truck that I was driving with my trainer, Dylan, in the passenger seat. We kept the air conditioner on high but I still felt sweat trailing down into the cleavage of my large breasts. I’d had to open up a few of the buttons of my shirt for two reasons; the heat and my boobs barely fitting inside. To my trainer’s credit, I had only seen him looking twice in the hour that we’d been on the road.
“Uhh it’s been a few years now.” He answered distractedly while flipping through the stations on the radio. He stopped on an oldies station and I began singing along to Knock on Wood, by Eddie Floyd.
“Oh, I didn’t realize that children knew this song,” he teased.
I smiled at him, “You’re only 11 years older than me. My grandma loved this song. It reminds me of Sunday mornings at her house.”
His smile softened and he opened his mouth to say something when the song suddenly cut off and a weather warning broadcast alarm sounded through the speakers.
*The National Weather Service In Anderson has issued a severe thunderstorm and flood warning for Madison County*
“Shit. We might be able to push through before the storm hits if we skip our next stop, there’s enough gas in here to keep us going.” He murmured as we listened to the repeated warning. I nodded in agreement, ignoring my growling stomach and drove a little faster to try to outrun the inevitable.
Six hours later the heavy greyish purple clouds had already begun to roll in, blanketing half of the sky with darkness. Our clear golden afternoon became dark as night and rain began to drizzle on the large windshield. I flipped on the wipers and slowed the truck slightly on the slick road.
“Well, we’re not gonna make it through before the flooding starts.” Dylan grumbled and I looked over to see the rain already starting to puddle in the potholes and ditches. Falling more heavily with each passing minute. “The forecast predicted the storm coming in this evening, it’s only 2pm. We should find a truck stop.” His eyes flicked down to my breasts. The cold AC blasting on high had made my nipples stiffen through my bra and shirt.
I cleared my throat and straightened my back, “I’m not seeing any so far.”
He tore his gaze away and searched the highway, “There’s one up ahead.” We pulled into the packed parking lot and found a space at the far end. We jumped out and ran through the pouring rain to the small building. It was packed with people, not just truckers, but families who were on road trips and needed a place to ride out the storm.
I felt dozens of eyes sliding over my voluptuous figure, with my wet shirt and jeans clinging to my damp dark skin. My nipples were even more noticeable and I crossed my arms over my chest. A quick look around told us that this place was way too full to wait out the long storm in. There wasn’t anywhere to sit, not even on the filthy floor, that didn’t already have people stretched out and wringing their soaked clothes. Dylan and I made eye contact and came to a silent agreement to head back out to the truck. He placed his hand on my lower back, leading me out of the building and kept it there as we dashed to the truck through the sheets of rain.
“Okay, the good news is we have enough food for a few days. The bad news is that it’s mostly beef jerky and frozen burritos.” He looked up at me through Auburn curls with a sheepish grin, his eyes roaming over my body and darkening. I tried to control my own curly hair by putting it up into a bun, but I realized too late that the movement made my soaked tits jiggle.
“Don’t be silly, I stored some food in here earlier.” I opened my mini cooler and handed him one of my prepackaged homemade meals. “Here, it’s country fried steak.”
“I think I might be falling in love with you.” Dylan’s eyes remained on the food in his hands and I wasn’t sure if he was talking to me or the mounds of cholesterol and fat that I’d just handed him.
“Well at least taste it before you start making any marriage proposals.” I laughed and opened up my meal. Meatloaf, mashed potatoes, and green beans. We ate in silence, except for Dylan’s moaning and grunts of approval for my cooking. I watched him with amusement while the rain pounded against the truck and the lightning flashed outside.
I was so distracted that I didn’t realize I’d dropped food down my shirt until I had meat and potatoes nestled between my breasts, staining my shirt and my bra. “Fuck, I gotta change real quick.” Climbing into the sleeper cab, I pulled out a fresh shirt, but was unable to find the extra bra that I’d packed. I turned and pulled the curtain closed while I undressed. My big tits flopping out of my soiled bra. I used a wipe to clean the food off of myself, then slipped my head into my t-shirt. Before I could pull it down to stretch over my ample chest Dylan whipped the curtain open.
“What the fuck?! What are you doing? I’m changing!” I moved to pull my shirt down but he was on me in a matter of seconds. I struggled to push him away but he held me down with ease and got to work on pulling off my jeans and underwear. Holding my wrists together above my head Dylan was able to pull down his own pants and begin groping my triple D tits roughly.
I was filled with rage and embarrassment so I screamed, but the thunder drowned it out. He covered my mouth with his hand and looked me in the eye as he slammed his rigid cock into my pussy. He held eye contact while raping me so hard that I could feel my pubic bone bruising. My pussy clenched out of habit and became drenched after just 2 minutes of getting pounded.
I’ve had a rape kink for as long as I could remember, and I’ve secretly been waiting for this moment for years. So, I couldn’t help but to hump Dylan’s cock as he choked and slapped me. I felt out of control and driven by pure lust as I humped my rapist’s thrusting pole. The wet slapping sounds of his heavy balls hitting my jiggling ass filled the small area. He gripped my thigh and throat painfully. My trainer got closer to cumming his thrusts became wild and messy.
His primal grunting thundered through my chest and he pressed himself flush against my drenched mound. As we ground our slippery sexes together I squeezed his ass to encourage him to rape me harder and faster. He hurriedly fucked my tight hole and bit my hard brown nipple as his big balls tightened and released his hot cum deep into my throbbing cunt. My stiff clit pulsing against his pubic bone as I cum intensely on his fat cock. Gritting my teeth and groaning as he growled and finished pumping into me.
Dylan rested his forehead on my shoulder as he slipped out of my gushing cum filled pussy. “I-I’m so sorry, I don’t know what happened.”
I lay still and he looked into my eyes, panic setting into his gaze as the gravity of what he’d done set in. I look down at the already forming bruises on my hips, thighs, and breasts. A tingle runs through my nude body. I allow my eyes to well with tears. “Why did you do this to me? Get off of me!”
Before I can move he flipped me over onto my stomach and pressed his already hardening cock against my soft ass. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I can’t control myself.” He whispered in my ear as he lined up his erection with my smooth pussy. He shoved himself back inside with a hard thud and I smiled.
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